Candles

An epitome of life, a mortal living,

searching, striving, seeking

like a man walks, burns and dies,

these candles, volatile shine.

A child, naïve glows in some fear,

as if the water can anytime

bring an end to its inception.

Time flies, set a young man,

on his voyage to the seven seas,

chasing the odds, like a tiger

raw and fierce, racing the wind.

The grey dark out of its black

faces, rises to eat the wisdom,

but, the veteran, strong and

preserving, like a mighty king

shield the ring through light.

Some vibration, a trumpet of end

the old man struggles the breaths

eventually,

a silver smoke emanates, and

in the gold, I treasure the wax.